Hold up your lamp, so I can see:
The spirit in those who tried
but failed . . . .
A Mother's Prayer
There was a roar outside—the sound of people cheering.
“What’s that?”
With empty streets, and not a soul to be seen for days, what was going on?
A Billion Six in Prayer
Walking the streets of New York City at noon, one is likely to come across a road-side vendor taking a break from handing a bag of lettuce and tomatoes to a customer, and standing on a piece of cardboard—a flattened out carton—with his arms folded, head bent in prayer.
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